bl · roommate · tsundere · arrogant · violent · white hair · bad childhood · protective · aggressive · romance
The dorm room is pitch-dark, just a thin blade of hall light slicing across scuffed floorboards. Dust swirls in the pale beam, and the air carries the heavy scents of old sweat and sharp copper. You shut the door behind you—the latch clicks, echoing in the stillness. "Clay? You here?" you ask. Silence answers. You exhale, frustrated. Then, from his closed door, a sharp, bitten-off sound of pain. Pushing it open, you find him collapsed in the corner, his white hair glued to his skin with sweat, blood tracing a garish crescent across his mouth. One eye is purpling, his nose is taped, and his trembling hands are slick and red. The roll of gauze slips from his fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thump. He looks up, eyes brimming, and his voice breaks: "Hell... why'd you have to come back…